Sea of Corruption [Albel]

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[atrb=style, height: 326px; padding: 0px 78px 0px 103px] A singular lone lost child was wondering through the city of Archades; twisting and rotating around the sea of people, yet never seeming to make contact with anyone of them almost as if he were a phantom of the past. His eyes were filled with slight droplets of sorrow as he had lost his beloved Agana-sempai; she was like the only thing that he had left as family that accepted him with open arms despite the sins he had committed. His scythe was back in the hotel room locked and hidden away but that didn’t make him any less of a threat to those who attempted to mug or grab at him; in an instant they would find hands covering vitals and a vicious smile, yet despite having such violent sides he was typically a very sweet child. He would bound down endless streets and alley ways all in an attempt to find Agana; all of his efforts seemed to almost be futile and pointless, yet he didn’t seem to want to give up despite the burn in his throat and the aching of his muscles. His eyes were darting around like a wild animal in a desperate attempt to find Agana. When Miumi had emerged from the darkness of an alley way he was standing near a small merchant’s stand which was filled with glossy and shiny objects; for a moment his attention was brought upon it as he would reach into small pouch and fish out some gil. He wanted something shiny; the object he purchased was a small necklace which had a tear-drop shaped crystal with a single flower petal frozen on the iniside. Sliding it along his neck and starring at it in the mirror they had sitting there he would smile; temporarily distracted from his true goal. He stared at his refletion and realized just how hard it was to believe at times that he had killed a group of people in mere instants; he appeared so harmless and almost looked like someone had to protect him. His medium to long black hair which followed down his back in uneven and choppy layers; which made it bounce when he moved quickly and gave it a lighter feel. His bangs which were always covering one of his two eyes and curling outwards in a soft wispy formation; while the curling also revealed that Miumi wear very thin glasses which only seemed to add to the helpless look that he went for. A deep black leather like material which had numberous zippers one of which was undone to reveal his navel as well as a small black mark of nercrosis of his skin; a reminder of those very men he had slaughter, yet he bore it proudly as it had become a piece of him. When he turned his skirt would twirl with him and he found his eyes drawn to the checkered pattern of black and red but occasionally a random white heart was visible. The jingling of his chains that dangled from the mismatched studded belts was almost melodic and soothing; it seemed to remind Miumi of the wind-chimes his mother used to hang outside of their house, yet it was more so of why they sounded like that. The children in his village had thrown stones at them and dented the metal. His legs felt warm though as his hands slid along the black stockings and looked down at his sandals. He had been so distracted in that he hadn’t noticed where he was going and would collide with the chest of another male; unfornautely the other seemed to be more sturdy then him which resulted in Miumi falling back on the ground. His glasses actually fell off his face and it caused Miumi’s hands to scramble around attempting to find them and only once did he really speak and his voice was soft and feminine when he did so; instead of loud and rude like one would expect. He spoke the last part with uncertainy because he wasn't a hundred precent surei t was a male. ”I’m sorry… can you help me find my glasses.... sir?

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[Albel Nox]

POST BY ALBEL NOX

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THE WEAK AREN'T WORTH MY WHILE

LET ME SEE YOU SQURIM.

YOU'VE GIVEN IN TO - RECKLESS DARK DESIRES

Gabranth finally allowed him some leverage - he was sure some guard was following him. He had the feeling since he left the manor. It was lucky Albel's mood was slightly dampened. He had no one to play with, and no other person but that Cloud guy and Gabranth that seemed to match his sword as of late. Albel was getting bored and it would be a matter of time before monsters would have to do.

However, he would need to loose those behind of him first. He was very recognizable, with the gauntlet, sword, and the skirt and all. However, Albel was nimble enough to lose them without drawing too much attention. After all, how would Gabranth respond if he heard Albel wanted to escape the eye of the guards? However, he didn't get to implement the plan, feeling someone hit him.

Albel looked down at the girl? and watched her fall. He almost felt bad enough to help her back up. He didn't get up, however, and was groping for something. Albel heard his feminine voice and raised a brow. Albel seemed like he was standing there and not helping, but in reality, Albel's eyes were looking for the said article. It gleamed in the sunlight as Albel walked a few feet from him, kneeling down and grasping it gently with his normal arm.

He returned and knelt down, dangling the glasses gently in front of him. "Be a little more careful next time." His voice, as girls would say, 'sexy, alluring, and hot'. He was sure to have given whoever was following him a shock. Albel actually didn't call the kid a maggot, worm, or fool. No, he wasn't a kid, and something was definitely off putting about him. Albel couldn't put his fingers on it.

However, Albel stood up once more, allowing the boy to put his glasses on and rise, if he felt like it. Albel wasn't sure why he didn't leave. Maybe it was because he knew Gabranth liked it when Albel was nice and Albel happened to want to not be watched anymore. Albel's true motives, whatever they were, didn't reveal themselves as he stood there, his rusty red eyes looking down at him.

D I S C O N N E C T

& SELF DESTRUCT

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[atrb=style, height: 326px; padding: 0px 78px 0px 103px] Petite porcelain fingers kept clenching as they slid across the grainy damp earth with the intent of finding the small metal framed glasses; they were denied their desire though but he had almost gotten his hand stepped upon as he felt his hands slid out a bit to far. A blurry outline in front of him probably the man that he had crashed into was walking away and Miumi felt a bit of anger the least the man could of done was help him find his glasses; it seemed his prayer would be answered though as the familiar foot-steps came back towards him. Whom he assumed was the same figure came back and would lower themselves to the ground kneeling; much like a knight would do before their king or queen. The other’s voice broken his train of thought it was different; it was slightly husky holding a slight roughness like the harder forms of liquior of some of the taverns, but it even brought the warmth that some drinks could bring and caused a pulsating warmth to go from Miumi’s core outwards to his face which turned crimson. The other’s voice was sweet though and almost soothing with It’s cool melodic tone; reminding Miumi of honey as it melted off a spoon. His hand would slowly extend outwards rather warily but as they connected with the slightly warm metallic frame the wariness would fade; his porcelain fingers slowly closing around the thin metallic structure of his glasses. He would retreat his hand swiftly rivaling evening the deadly serpent’s speed. He began to run his glasses along the material of his skirt to make sure they were clean before he raised them up towards his face. Gingerly he would allow his other hand to snake up and push up his obsidian bangs just enough so that he could put on his glasses without jamming his own hair into his eyes; while sliding them back he let his bangs fall overtop of them and would run his fingers across situating the hair. A soft childish smile adorned Miumi’s still blushing face as he gazed upon the other. While Miumi’s one leg would press down towards the ground and his other would come upwards mimicking the position the other had just been in while the muscles in his leg would tense much like a piston before it would thrust upwards; Miumi’s body appeared to spring up and would bounce back ever so slightly. Softly he had begun to run his fingers over the material of his lower clothing removing dirt and grime. While when he looked at Albel’s face only one of Miumi’s eyes was truly visibly; it was a rather shocking sight to look at Miumi had frigid icy blue eyes that were borderline white at some points but still it retained it’s own vibrant colors, but only towards the outer edges of the eye there were darkened grey hues which reminded one of a storm cloud, and yellow splotches which resembled the lightning which pierced through the darkness. Miumi’s eyes would dilate slightly one could expect it was from the sudden change in light but in reality it was from the other’s appearance; they’re eyes were a very interesting color an almost dusty red which reminded him of a horrifying image of drying blood upon bodies. Something was different about the other; they way they looked was more wild and unkept then many people and it was rather cute from the way the other’s hair seemed rather sloppy to Miumi as if they had just emerged from a bed of some sort and the interesting choice of clothing. Miumi’s eyes would notice the glint of the other’s gauntlet noting that it was only on one arm. Softly Miumi’s tongue peaked it’s way out twisting Miumi’s small studs on his lower lips. He would just smile softly and look at the other bowing his head in an apologetic matter. When he spoke he chose his words carefully while never once truly lying. ”I’m sorry I’m trying to find my sister. I lost her somewhere and I couldn’t find her… Do you think you could help me mister? …

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[Albel Nox]

Albel watched the boy grab his glasses as Albel raised himself up, standing in a more comfortable position, his gauntlet resting on the hilt of his sword, with absolutely no intention of drawing the said sword as his other arm rested at his side. Albel watched the boy. Albel could somewhat tell his gender but Albel wasn't sure. He, after all, was sometimes confused as a girl - and usually died for it.

Albel did not see the man's actual blush but, if he did, Albel would not only question his gender but also his sexuality. However, Albel had to admit that whichever way he went didn't matter to him. He definitely was a jumpy boy, springing up like that. Perhaps he was trying to impress him? Albel highly doubted it. albel stared into those eyes.

They were unique, much like Fayt's eyes. Albel blinked the thought away. This was not the time and place for such thoughts. Or at least, thoughts about Fayt and his...eyes. When did Albel notice his eyes anyways? Albel blinked again to get rid of the thought. However, the other bowed before him, which is what people usually do to apologize or show inferiority.

He could consider the other inferior and a maggot but for this time only he didn't. He didn't know why but it must be his instincts as a solider. Never judge a book by its cover was one of the first rules to that. The boy then said he was looking for his sister. Albel wanted to turn around and leave the boy right there and then, for why should he help the boy?

However, he needed to show Gabranth how truly caring he was, even though it was a waste of time. Albel "My name is Albel." He spoke, carefully calculating his words. He was being watched, after all. "Alright. How does she look like?" He doubted this was a very good idea but...brownie points were awesome.

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[atrb=style, height: 326px; padding: 0px 78px 0px 103px] A slight case of bad nerves had befall Miumi as he would begin to rock back and forth on the heels of his feel; starring at the other with his one revealed eye. For the time being he would actually take in the other’s appearance and it caused him to blush; the other was poised with a sense of elegance yet a feeling of danger as if he was a wolf getting ready to pounce, yet the firm footing and relaxed expression of the other seemed to say otherwise making him truly hard to understand. The other’s hair was a very deep hue of chocolate almost beginning to border the edges of an abyssal of darkness; it came down in uneven layers much like MIumi’s except in a more dramatic fashion. It seemed spiky yet still like it would be soft to the touch; part of Miumi wanted to test the theory. Miumi’s azure eyes would come to lay on the other’s at the other’s torso which had looked and felt as if it were truly carved out of marble; the other’s skin hue was just slightly off holding a slight tannish or maybe grayish pigment to it. He also noticed how the other’s navel and well sculpted torso was revealed; he felt as if he eyes were lingering slightly to long even thought it had only been a brief second. The other had an almost armor looking waist band which was held in place with a small sash and it lead down a fighters garment; close to the design of a Chinese dress which allowed complete mobility. The other at least dressed practically. Miumi for the first time then noticed the thin tassels hanging from the other’s back it was his hair. Miumi’s hand reached back towards his own which fell down to the shoulder blades and he found himself wanting to stare; the other’s hairs was nearly double or possibly triple his own length. Miumi took slight notice in the other’s interesting choice stockings and shoes; they looked slightly regal as if the other held an importance Miumi had yet to grasp. Though Miumi’s eyes came back up and lingered on the other’s gauntlet; his fingers twitched tentivately as they wished to feel the cold metal claw. He wondered briefly if the other wore it because something was wrong with his arm underneath or if he had no hand. Miumi would look up for a moment as if he were watching for something; in truth he was actually in deep thought. He had no actual way to truly describe Agana because to him she was like an angel and thus her appearance would be as such. He looked among the crowd trying to eliminate some factors also in an attempt not to sound stupid. He could atleast eliminate some of the races such as Viera and Ronso as he was pretty sure she was a hume like himself; but to what extent he had not yet figured out. A soft hum echoed from Miumi’s chest before his bell like voice would cut the silence. ”Agana has bright red hair… it looks like fire and kind of pinkish, she’s about the same height as me or just like an inch taller…..… He said all that with a cheerful smile and his eyes seemed to dilate once more like a puppy when it knew it was in trouble or heavily excited. He kept shifting his weight from leg to leg causing the mean muscles to pulsate and burn with the efforts of his earlier attempts. Miumi’s hand would flow like water through the small gap that the other left between the gauntlet hand and his actual hand before his hand closed softly around the other’s almost feminine feeling wrist; despite Miumi’s small statue the other would realize that Miumi had a grip that could rival a vice. He would begin to point playfully towards some random building; it was an tavern. Which was easily one of the best places to start.

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[Albel Nox]

Albel stared at the boy. Not in interest nor irritation but rather just simply staring, somewhat immersed in his thoughts. Maybe he intimidated the boy? It wouldn't be the first time. Though his clothes were a little more on the submissive side, his katana, the way he poses himself, the gauntlet, and sometimes even the strange chain around his neck can strike fear.

However, though they say eyes are the window to the soul, Albel dared not look into those eyes again, almost afraid to get lost in them. The boy reminded him, yet not, of Fayt and it was starting to affect him. Instead, Albel took the benefit of the doubt, though he didn't really have any doubts, that the boy was just scared of his features, whichever they were.

Finally, the smaller one spoke, smiling a smile Albel wouldn't forget. Albel did his best not to look away from the boy. However, his explanation was vague. At least pink hair was uncommon, making her much easier to find. Albel turned around, partly because he was getting ready to leave to search for her and partly because he couldn't stand to see those eyes and his smile.

"Let's get going, shall we?"

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[atrb=style, height: 326px; padding: 0px 78px 0px 103px] Deception was nothing new to Miumi, yet he wondered subconsciously how the other would react to the vile truth that was hidden in Miumi’s past? One would seldom realize that Miumi was a very good actor; years of feigning felicity and feigning his like of such impudent and corrupt beings, but still one often wondered if they even knew the true Miumi. After years of pain and suffrage; a barrier had been created around not only his mind but his heart. He would become craftier with his guile wearing the sheep’s skin; the essence of innocents which he possessed as a child, but secretly under it Miumi was nothing more than bestial wolf it was only a matter until he would snap through the bondage; without his beloved Agana-sempai. Why did he hold her in such regards? At one point in life he had lost his resolve and will to move on; he barely ate or drank and was reduced to living within a card-board box, yet he rarely moved or made an effort to survive; believing it to be his atonement for his sins. She saved him from that rather sorrowful ending and bitter fate; he owed her his life and would protect her. Objection from outer sources against her was rarely tolerated and displays of aggression towards her were marked as taboo; the poor unfortunate souls who committed that would find Miumi wasn’t nearly as innocent or sweet as he appeared. His thoughts came back to the man standing before him and he smiled once again; just as there were those with darkness in their heart some held flickers of light. He wondered why the other had decided to help him but decided against questioning it simply taking the assistance, but part of him was also very wary almost praying that they didn’t find Agana or the other would stay with him for a while; solitude was something that drove Miumi to the brinks of insanity. The other seemed to relax slightly and attempt to appear less intimdating; it had quite the opposite effect and made him appear slightly more perilous, yet Miumi didn’t back down and instead chose to embrace it. Albel was nothing short of a cherub within Miumi’s eyes; his presence was rather calming in a strange way. He would smile as his the other’s voice filled his mind and brought unfamiliar warmth to his chest and stomach even painting his face a soft crimson. He would briefly nod at the other acknowledging their command. While in deep thought he would gaze towards the building he had pointed out just moments ago; his eyes scanning through the sea of moving sanguine filled sacs in attempts to locate the entrance. His eyes would linger upon a sudden arc motion which he assumed was the doors. His hands would strike outwards almost like a vile serpent; hands spreading open slightly and his hand would coil around the other’s non-gauntleted hand. It would then clamp down with an almost vice-like grip; the appearance that he projected was suddenly very deceptive. He would briefly look over his shoulder and speak. ”It’d be a problem if I lost you kind sir… Umm what is your name? I am Miumi…. … His soft voice filled the air with it’s bell like quality; despite being quite it seemed to be audiable above the crowd.While then the other would trudge forward shifting his weight and using his powerful leg muscles probably causing Albel to stumble as he would focus on weaving through the crowd making sure to keep the other close.

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[Albel Nox]

Albel did not look at the boy again so he failed to see any of his reactions to his thoughts. However, he did feel the boy grasp onto his arm like a leech as Albel stared down at him, his eyes narrowed slightly. He couldn't hide it in time. Very rarely was he ever touched, though his skin was used to battle, so he waited for en explanation from the boy.

Albel got one but he wondered if it was the only reason why he grasped him so tightly. Wasn't he afraid at one point, or still is afraid? Albel could look at him no longer, for memories started to resurface as Albel nodded slightly. This nod acknowledged that he could continue to hold onto his arm. He had already given him his name but it appears he wasn't listening that time.

He wondered about that. No matter, though. "My name is Albel." He spoke in that same, husky voice. He couldn't hide the certain cruelty his voice usually hide this time. It strained him to talk slightly normal. Albel didn't stumble when the other walked forward, used to regaining footing easily. Being a solider helped a lot in even every day mundane things.

So they walked.

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[atrb=style, height: 326px; padding: 0px 78px 0px 103px] A moment of silence occurred between Miumi and Albel when Miumi’s petite porcelain fingers would extend outwards coiling meekly around the other’s lightly honey cooked skin; for a few brief moments all that Miumi seemed to notice was the almost tranquil warmth that radiated from the much taller man and followed into his fingers, and it sent shivers down Miumi’s spine. His eyes briefly slid up from where his hand was junction to the other noticing the narrowing and disdainful look that seemed to linger in the other’s eyes for a briefest of seconds; for a second his hand seemed to loosen and the his fingers would spread ever so slightly as if he was recoiling away from the other’s body. The way that other had reacted sent a shiver down Miumi’s spine; the other’s physique lead Miumi to believe that he was no stranger of the battle field as well as the way that his hand had lingered upon his blade ready to unleash it’s wraith upon his enemies, but he flinched away from even Miumi’s gentle touch. He wondered if the other was much like Miumi had once been and still was; afraid to let anyone inside his heart because he was afraid he’d hurt them. He briefly noticed the way the other’s eyes lingered on him for a moment; a slight look of curiousity had been within those lovely dusty red eyes before it was replaced with a dismissive look of distain or possibly anger. He watched as the other accepted his answer, but then they’re head turned away so suddenly that Miumi felt as if he was being blown off ever so slightly or possibly he had angered the very man who was helping him; the truth was that Miumi was afraid the other would leave and end up leaving him alone in his efforts to find his Agana sempai, yet he also feared that the sorrowful rhapsody of icy tears that might fall if he failed and then the reckless senseless bloodshed that could possibly follow. The other’s body seemed so tense underneath Miumi’s deinty grasp; but when the other nodded the other’s entire body seemed to relax ever so slightly. It brought a soft childish smile to the other’s face; Miumi didn’t want to displease anyone he preferred happier people. When the other answered about his name for the second time; Miumi just registering that the other had already tone him his name. When the other spoke this time his voice was different; still sweet and deep and enticing but there was an untold amount of venom laced behind those few words. The other kept up with Miumi once he had begun to move; which was amazement within itself as MIumi’s movements were flowing and almost looked like an intricate dance. The way that he twisted his body and pivoted his hips; allowing him to flow from one step to another and use the momentum to keep going. His eyes were closed and he focused purely on the sound for a few seconds as he smiled ever so slightly; it brought back some of the pleasant memories of his mother and he dancing. When Miumi reached the small door that lead into the tavern his hand would snake up and press his hand against the sun-bleached wood; causing it to spread open much like the petals of a water-lily. A few of the rugged and worn-out men in the building stared at Miumi and the man that he brought in behind him; his hands gingerly sliding away from the others leaving an almost ghostly phantom afterglow on the other’s skin. His fingers fell limply to his side as he walked towards the counter. When he tried to get the man’s attention they ignored him but one of the people of the tavern walked up. It was a large boasting man who would suddenly grab Miumi by his wrist and waist and pull Miumi close; a soft gyrating of the other’s hips into Miumi caused his head to snap back smashing into the other’s chest and a deep blush staining those pale cheeks. The other’s hands began to slid around attempting to grope the chest that Miumi didn’t have and Miumi’s eyes kept growing wider and wider until he snapped. All Albel would suddenly see was Miumi’s feet swing upwards hitting the bar before pushing off; shifting the weight of the heavy man causing him to fall backwards. While Mium would also slide out of the drunkards hands briefly before the other grabbed Miumi’s hair with an almost angry look in his eyes. Miumi’s body came closer before all the men in the bar were grabbing at their nuts as Miumi’s foot slid between the drunk’s legs and suddenly slammed up. A loud groan of pain came out of the man before he dropped downwards. ”Albel…. They won’t tell me if they saw Agana…. …

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[Albel Nox]

Albel tried to concentrate only what was happening before him, not on the side of him. It was unlike him to be distracted. He was a better soldier than this. However, they approached to tavern as Miumi opened it, though Albel's gauntlet kept it open as they moved in. The sudden softness of Miumi was gone as Albel stared at him. That was a bad mistake, Albel though.

He was proved right moments later when a drunkard came in, twice the size of even Albel himself, and grabbed Miumi. Before Albel could act, he acted. Albel was instantly grateful for his instincts as a soldier - he was not ordinary. Albel watched how he acted. He had a certain grace to his movements, but also rustic, rash, and quick. It reminded him of Albel's style of fighting a bit.

When he returned to Albel about them not telling him they wouldn't tell if Agana was here, Albel was a bit surprised he acted as if he wasn't assaulted. However, it was Albel's turn. "Stay here." He didn't want a bar fight. these were weaklings. Albel didn't care to stain his sword from the weak. That and Gabranth would hear about this.

Albel approached the drunkard, who still had not recovered from being kicked in his family jewels. Figuring he was of no help, he moved away. however, his ankle was grabbed by the drunkard. Albel swiftly kicked the man, shoving him into the bar itself, knocking several chairs over, luckily unoccupied, at the same time as the man groaned in pain.

The commotion made the tavern grow silent. "Any of you saw a girl with pink hair lately?" His voice was cold venomous and sounded slightly sadistic. Some people stiffened, instantly recognizing who he was. Albel raised his gauntlet in front of him as the others stiffened, now recognizing who he was. He fought Gabranth and not only survived but was part of his military.

That was a feat. Albel looked around for anyone suspicious of even knowing the information he wanted, but he turned around, going back towards Miumi. "It doesn't seem like anyone in here knows where she is." His voice was just above a whisper. Albel turned back as the tavern was trying to recover from their surprise visit.

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[atrb=style, height: 326px; padding: 0px 78px 0px 103px] A voracious beast was locked within Miumi and had just slipped it’s ever so tight chain; the result of that small slip was the man on the ground who was withering in the ground with pain, but Miumi seemed so serene, yet a few seconds later showing no remorse or even the slightest bit of concern for the actions he had just taken. Miumi didn’t let such trivial things bother him to much; as he didn’t see the point of letting them see that they had gotten so far underneath his skin, but as far as he was concerned the man had learned a lesson. In Miumi’s case that lesson was sometimes the sweetest smelling flower had the deadliest vile thorns. He would look at Albel with soft almost puppy dog like eyes which seemed to be almost pleading for the other to do something. A soft smile adorned his face as the other would step forward rising to the occasion; becoming Miumi’s own personal knight in well somewhat armor. Upon the other’s command he would simply nod his head taking it as an order; much like he would from Agana, but he would just gently find a small table and sit upon it letting his legs swing back and forth casually. In spite of Miumi’s outward appearance being that of serenity and relaxation; most of his lean muscles were beginning to tighten and were ready to propel him into motion like a spring, but he gave off the gentle image of helplessness. He enjoyed having the ability to lull even the strongest of his enemies into a false sense of security and lower the levels of suspicious that were held against him; it made taking them down so much easier, but at the same time it made it more pleasant and often gave Miumi time to gorge himself on his success. His frigid eyes that were filled with the warmth of life would linger upon the back side of Albel and the bum on the ground; he expected that the man wouldn’t surrender so easily and his suspicions were confirmed as the drunk made the feeble attempt at grabbing at Albel’s ankle. It was a choice that would bring the man anguish and misery; but his attempt at travail was rather amusing in a sick and wretched sense. Even Miumi found himself in a state of astoundment at such a display of physical power; as the man would smash into the bar as well as a variety of chairs. That same action would lull the rowdiness of the men and bring a period of calmness upon all; all invoked the fear of the man known as Albel. When the other spoke breaking a silence with his artic voice that sent shivers down Miumi’s spine; he noted that venmous and even sadistic tone that made it appear that he was relishing himself within the agony of the man on the ground. He watched as people froze in place locked in place by their fear of the man; despite their fear Miumi showed no outwardly signs of even flinching. He watched as the other gazed outwards towards the various people in the tavern and spared no one a piercing glare. He would shiver and cover his arms ever so slightly concealing a variety of goose-bumps which had broken out across his arms. ”Albel why are they so scared of you? You don’t seem like a bad person. … When Miumi spoke he hoped down from the table and would walk towards the exit after lacing his hand into the other’s in an almost casual way despite his crimson face.

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[Albel Nox]

POST BY ALBEL NOX

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THE WEAK AREN'T WORTH MY WHILE

LET ME SEE YOU SQURIM.

YOU'VE GIVEN IN TO - RECKLESS DARK DESIRES

Albel looked down at Miumi. That question wasn't so simply answered - though I guess he could attempt at it. "Let's go shall we?" Albel said, walking out of the tavern, but not too quickly in case Miumi was grabbed, again, and Albel had to cause even more commotion. That, and he didn't want the man out of his sight again.

Upon being outside, if Miumi followed, the taller one spoke. "Let's just say I introduced myself in a rather unique way." The people of Archades were cowards. However, they held a fruitful amount of strong opponents, such as Cloud and Gabranth. However, Albel was sure to have needed more explanation than that.

"Some of the people here were scared of me, rightfully so. So they called their leader over to stop me." Albel was silence for a moment. "Stop me he did. However, he raised an interesting proposition I could not refuse. Or rather, it was too much of an offer for me to resist." The people were afraid of Albel because of his fighting prowess.

He may have lost to Gabranth, but he didn't lose very easily. Gabranth had to use effort that day, something that was very rare of him, and was accepted into his army. He will defeat Gabranth one day though. When that day comes, Albel would be free from his little cage. However, until then, Albel was satisfied in raking against the bars.

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[atrb=style, height: 326px; padding: 0px 78px 0px 103px] The men in the tavern would remain frozen in place; their own fear becoming the eternal bondage of chains which shackled them to the ground while the two stood in their presence, yet a few would move around going to check on the poor bloody fool who had made the mistake of grabbing Miumi and attempting to grab Albel after all it’d be such a shame if he was hurt too badly. Albel seemed to linger around at the door as if he were waiting for Miumi to ensure his safety; despite knowing fully well from the display of Miumi’s abilities that the small child could easily handle his own against such minute foes, but it was still a touching notion which caused Miumi to blush ever so slightly. Miumi’s body spiraled carelessly as he would twist and turn much like a dancer did; except his movements appeared sloppy and almost childish, yet he was having fun making a quick sound effect of a helicopter. He would move swiftly towards the other and as he went by Miumi’s had would lash out like a viper; once again coiling into the other’s, but for a minute Miumi stared at the other’s hand compared to his own it was huge. Once they began to walk Miumi began to casually swing the arm that was connected to Albel back and forth; giving an almost strangely cute image towards the people. The other’s deep velvety voice would fill the air and Miumi’s eyes would linger upon his face as he spoke; not really paying attention to where he was going but still pivoting around the people. The other was a warrior; which was a rather obvious statement because of the form they held and the fact they brandished their sword and faught without any wasted movement. It lead Miumi to believe that the other was more of a veteran while Miumi was new at actually fighting on living beings; he was just a novice but he had years of training and unique abilities at his disposal. As he would walk slightly ahead of the other always keeping his fingers locked around the other’s while he walked backwards so he was facing the other. He smiled childishly but the look in his eyes gave off the impression he was paying attention; except the occasional darting look as he saw a flash of vibrant color. He would smile softly as the other told his tale but Miumi was grasping hidden meanings. It appeared the other was in the servitutde of the man known as Gabranth; or atleast that’s what he gathered. ”.. You don’t seem like your that violent of a person… I’m not afraid of you… I actually feel safer around you then most people except Agana.. …

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[Albel Nox]

POST BY ALBEL NOX

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THE WEAK AREN'T WORTH MY WHILE

LET ME SEE YOU SQURIM.

YOU'VE GIVEN IN TO - RECKLESS DARK DESIRES

Once again, the man connected his hand to him but this time, Albel was slightly used to it and didn't look at him in disdain for it. If Albel was purely about imagine, he was have ended the boy's childish ways of clinging onto him. The people around here would get a sense he was babysitting, or perhaps, sent on orders to guard this child.

However, he was nether a child nor babysitting. Albel knew his eyes are upon him and fought the urge to look back at him. He only assumed the other was listening, for it wasn't a story he would repeat twice. Albel was multi-tasking, looking around for this Agana person, talking to Miumi, paying attention to Miumi, and the crowd around him.

Such is the way of the soldier to be able to multi-task. However, at Miumi's words, Albel wanted to laugh. He highly doubted the other thought of him not as violent but he would go with it for now. However, the mention that he wasn't afraid of him got Albel curious, looking down at Miumi and regretting it, having to stare into those mystifying eyes.

However, this time he didn't break eye contact s he spoke. "Perhaps it's because I only want to fight the strongest of the strong. Townspeople, whoever they may be, I have no interest in hurting at all. Perhaps if you saw me with Gabranth, you would change your mind about how violent I am."

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[atrb=style, height: 326px; padding: 0px 78px 0px 103px] Miumi’s body had become more like chains and seemed to be coiling tighter and tighter around Albel as they spent more and more time together; in a way Miumi was becoming the other’s bondage in the sense that he seemed to shackle the darker parts of the man back and allow the more serene and compassionate side to be revealed, but the way the other spoke about himself it made it appear as if it were some kind of great feat. Albel had unknowingly become Miumi’s mental bondage; he was tying away the bad memories for the time being and allowing Miumi to create joyous memories and lose himself within them, but was it so wrong for Miumi to not want this feeling to fade. It was a feeling of happiness he rarely got the luxury of; one that didn’t come from Agana or his own childhood delusions. Did it made Miumi a bad person as he clung to that feeling desperately because he was unsure of when it would come again; or maybe it was just his fear of letting someone he had let slid past his towering barriers back out. He would look at the other for the briefness’s that a second offered; could it be that Miumi felt something for Albel? Why was one who had done such ruthless things able to live with such happiness? It was simply because there were people like Agana and possibly even Albel that believed in him; while Albel may not of known the truth he seemed to trust Miumi even after such a brutish display that he had given. Unbeknownst to Albel Miumi had single handedly slaughtered a dozen people; with no remorse or intention of doing so, but it had occurred because those people attempted to purify something that wasn’t tainted, yet the price they paid was their life as they awoke the true power within Miumi the thing that they feared would make him a beast. When he met Agana-sempai he made himself a promise; he would save as many people as he killed and many more as atonement for his sin. Everyone also had their own reason’s to fight and draw the blood of those who opposed them; Miumi’s was selfish yet kind as well, but his reason was purely this to protect Agana who protected him and to stop needless bloodshed. He often wondered why he never promised to not kill again, but it was because he knew that it was a promise he couldn’t keep. That stagnant slate like eyes would flow upwards and gaze at Albel who he had just realized was starring at him; making direct eye contact when he spoke. Albel’s reasons to fight appeared to be in power but he held a gentle nature; he didn’t wish to hurt anyone making it a rather honorable way of living. Miumi would smile just softly it was the same as Miumi’s own except Miumi fought for someone. He would look at the other and he spoke. Miumi’s voice was soft yet it held a wisp of knowledge that only someone well beyond his age would ever have a chance of grasping…. ”….I don’t think it would Albel…. Everyone will fight at some point and if they truly care about something they will fight until they can’t move or they have won…. Agana is the reason I fight… she saved me when no-one else tried or could. She believed in me…. Just as I believe in you Albel. A violent person wouldn’t of helped me… they would of probably kicked dirt in my face, stepped on my glasses and kept walking…

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